will i become beautiful
and pleasing to the eye
if i close my lids
and shut my lips
that are now being taken over
by stems made of thorns-
making me bleed yet
i can't scream because
my lips are sewn shut
by rose thorns?
YOU ARE READING
the ink of my heart | poetry
Poetryshe sits there, naked and exposed to the artist hiding away behind the blank canvas; tears stream down her face while goosebumps trace her skin for she is vulnerable against the world trying to paint her picture perfect to its eye. |unnamed...
